Thank you for the kind reviews! This is lots of fun to do and to answer some of the reviews – I'd love to continue this all the way through til Mockingjay as long as people keep enjoying it!

When Finnick woke up to Persephone chirping in her sing-song voice to wake up, he felt nauseated with mental and physical fatigue. The previous events of the day before went by in a day-dream like haze and Finnick came down from his shock and the reality of his dire situation kicked in at around three in the morning which led to a restless night of very little slumber. He was running behind schedule with Persephone snapping at his heels to move faster. After giving up on working out the complicated humungous shower, Finnick clumsily pulled on a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt and a sweater from the stocked closet, not checking to see if anything matched. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it from bed-head to hopefully stylishly messy before Persephone shepherded him into the dining cart. Mags was sectioning a mango into cubes and Rosalie sat across from her with the same shell-shocked expression she had on yesterday. She only half-heartedly returned Finnick's friendly smile before grimacing down at her toast. And there she was. Finnick's dazed and hazy memory of her yesterday hadn't done her justice. She looked lovely in her soft-looking ivory blouse with her hair all majestically tousled. Though he told himself she'd look perfect in everything and nothing (and then mentally chastised himself for thinking such things). Annie Cresta was as perfect as if he'd sketched her to life himself. It was no wonder everyone said half the Capitol loved her. He was convinced that just meant the other half hadn't seen her yet.

Finnick released a breath he realised he had been holding and something in him eased his nervous stomach and he had to admit he had been looking forward to being able to talk to her again. He ripped his stare away and quickly found a seat when he realised he had been staring like some kind of idiot, feeling his cheeks burn and betray him.
"Nice of you to finally join us, Finnick," Annie said and Finnick fumbled, knocking over the pitcher of orange juice. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he mumbled continuously, feeling incredibly stupid as he moved quickly to clean up his mess. Everyone must think he was going to die within five minutes of the Hunger Games. He thought it too.
"It's okay, I was only joking," Annie assured with an amused expression and began to fill his plate with all different kinds of luscious fruit. Though it could've been cardboard for all Finnick was concerned as he did his best to pick at the plentiful heaps she was plying him with.

"We will be arriving in an hour, people," Persephone announced clapping her hands together with each syllable for effect. Rosalie turned an alarming shade of green that matched the light jade jacket she was wearing. Finnick hadn't noticed she looked rather different then yesterday. Her whole ensemble made her look older, stronger than she did in her pretty dress yesterday and her pigtails were replaced with a tight bun that accentuated her sharp cheekbones. He looked down for the first time at his cream sweater and felt incredibly stupid for not thinking his careless choice through first.

"You need to eat," Annie whispered in his ear, suddenly behind him. "I don't want to deliver you to the Capitol half-starved."
Finnick chewed uncomfortably as Annie observed him from across the room where she was lounging against a wall with her arms crossed.
"How did you sleep, Rosalie?" he asked the fellow tribute conversationally to try to ignore Annie's gaze.
"I had a dream that someone cut my legs off," she said morosely stabbing a grape with a fork.
"Well, that will make it easier for me to carry you then," Finnick tried to muster as much cheeriness into his tone. "And think, if you win, you could have legs made out of gold or have them make you a mermaid tail so you could live in the sea."
Rosalie shook her head but couldn't help the small smile that graced her lips. He could feel Annie's calculating look grow more intense so he busied himself with asking Mags questions about different varieties of knots.

"Wow," Rosalie gasped as they rolled into the Capitol and the windows were filled with passing vibrant colours. As the train slowed to a stop, the pair were greeted with hundreds of Capitol citizens in outstanding shades of brilliant blues, deep purples and vibrant pinks. They cheered when Finnick and Rosalie stared back at them through the glass with stunned expressions. "Breathe," Annie reminded him, taking her place beside him. Finnick took a deep breath and followed Persephone out into the crowded square. Rosalie twisted this way and that, smiling sweetly and waving excitedly to the onlookers and cameras. Her well-funded education had not been for nothing whereas Finnick was stunned in his wonder of the sea of people and buildings. The people still cheered at him and reached over to touch and brush his shoulders when they could reach. He tripped up clumsily and Annie caught his elbow and offered him a kind smile and chuckled when he looked at her startled.

The crowds absolutely adored Annie. She walked down the cordoned off lane with her hand still placed on Finnick's elbow for guidance. She waved and smiled widely at her adoring fans as the group where ushered inside the tribute centre. "Are you alright?" Annie asked him as they walked across the lobby to the elevator
"Yeah," Finnick said breathlessly and she let out another genuine chuckle. The sound was velvety and warming.

"Hold the lift," a young man said ducking in at the last minute.
"Ah, fresh meat," she said appraising Finnick and Rosalie with her hand on her hip.
"Hello Johanna," Annie sighed.
"Cresta," Johanna nodded with a cocked eyebrow, still sizing up the two tributes. "Not half bad. Not Careers but not half bad either. I didn't get my pick of the litter this year but small hope."
Finnick felt incredibly self conscious with Johanna staring and evaluating him and nearly fell backwards when she put her hand against his chest.
"Hello, handsome. You won't fare too badly here, will you? I just have to hope there's something left for me when they're all done with you," she joked. Finnick didn't understand what she meant but Annie caught her wrist and shoved her back.
"Keep your hands on your own tributes, Johanna," Annie warned fiercely. Finnick and Rosalie exchanged puzzled, worried glances. Johanna laughed and smiled playfully. "Easy, Cresta, I'm just playing."

Annie continued glaring as the doors opened and she pushed Finnick, Rosalie and Mags through to level four. The grandiose of the suite should have mesmerised him but for some reason, Johanna's confusing jibe and Annie's touchy reaction had made him feel unexplainably unsettled and unable to share in Rosalie's surprise and delight.

First chapter in Finnick's perspective – reversed!Finnick was much harder to write than reversed!Annie. Review, review, review for more bumbling, shy Finnick and jealous Annie xxx